The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Justin paused as he combed through Bella's hair, looking toward the phone screen.

"Bella, do you recognize the number?"

"No."

"Should we answer it then?" Justin asked, brows furrowing.

Typically, Bella never answered calls from unknown numbers, and it was rare for her to receive them.

However, her heart throbbed with a sense of anticipation this time. She felt like ignoring this call might mean missing out on something crucial. "Hello," Bella answered, her voice gentle.

"H-Hello."

On the other end of the phone, a timid, soft, and gentle voice of a young woman emerged, sounding slightly similar to that of her younger sister. Bella and Justin exchanged glances. Then, she quickly put the phone on speaker and began recording. "May I ask who is calling?"

"Is this Ms. Bella Thompson?" The girl asked softly.

is Bella

"I... I'm Rachel Mead."

up, especially Bella, whose heart pounded like a drum, her fingertips trembling

gazed intently at her, holding his breath. Then he took her delicate hand and placed it over his chest, reassuring

your call every day, and finally, you've reached out." Justin's eyes narrowed in disbelief, staring at Bella's

for Rachel's call, which implied she must have had the opportunity to meet and speak with Rachel before this. Otherwise, why would she

been waiting for my call

frail, "Ms. Thompson,

wait is mine," Bella responded with a determined gaze, each word saturated with resolve. There followed a long silence on the other end of the

considerable patience to the

admired

et

ine

her goals. She never let her privileged background make

something Justin reserved only for Bella. With others, he lacked the

called to

ready to testify as

words trembling as if forced through gritted teeth,

intensely, his heart raced, and his